I am an empty glass bottle.
others are full
others were once full
others will be full
but now
I am an empty fool.
I'm not plastic.
but
I am
so
empty
and
so
fragile.
empty for I keep filling up others.
an empty fool.
YOU ARE READING
demons cry at night
Poetrya series of poems since don't you find ugly things pretty? 04/11/20 - 03/01/21
